If Even One Thought It Was
J
James McLain
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if even one thought it was;
and within,
there be it's other,
your brother.
and then,
bring me your hand,
so i may then know,
it's sister.
and then there,
your head,
when it's tired and sore,
knows no shoulder.
and may she come,
with more milk,
too make it better.
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